These days, when I see Jack Sock walking from one side of the court to the other, with his baseball hat high on his head and a wry smile on his face, the words “ambling into history” come to my mind. That’s the title of a biography of George W.

*PhpvD8LNEPM by Pete Bodo Howdy, everyone. Time to kick back a little now that the two big hard-court events of the Spring are over, and evaluate the takeways. One of the main ones, for me, came out of my visit with Earl "Butch" Buchholz Jr., the guy whose name I

*Henin-flipkens by Bobby Chintapalli, TW Contributing Editor Like any serious tennis nerd I devoured the Australian Open draw as soon as it was released, checking who Justine Henin will face in the first round (Kirsten Flipkens), how early the Williams sisters could meet (semifinals) and, yes, how rosy things look

I first watched Anna Chakvetadze play in 2007, when she came to Stowe, Vermont, to represent Russia in Fed Cup. She's been through a lot since then, both professionally and personally. Once in the Top 5, she fell outside the Top 100 this summer and is still having difficulty winning

Mornin', and a fine one it is, although we'll have classic, hot and almost intolerably humid U.S. Open weather by mid-week if the last forecast I heard is reliable. Sorry about all the Typepad heartaches, everyone. It figures they would monkey around with their blogging task bar right before the

91271922 By Pete Bodo It's the same after every Grand Slam event; I vow to take all the bits and pieces in my notebook and shape them into a wrap-up post, to bring a close to my coverage of the event. And every year, by the time the men's final

Luke and I have been listening to a song lately called Cowboy Logic (hat tip to the composers, Don Cook and Chuck Rains). The lyrics go like this: This is a serviceable comparison for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that it works whether you love

Howdy, Tribe. I've been eager to talk to you all day but the first day back after a week or so off is brutal, as most of you know. That's especially true if you been away, away - completely out of touch with the looking glass of the Internet. I

Is there anything scary about tennis? Before this year, I would have said no. Then Mikhail Youzhny unleashed this tirade at the Miami Masters in March: While no other highlight from 2008 was alarming as Youzhny’s “racquet abuse,” a number of tennis matches this season made fans say, “Did that

I’ll stay out there for as long as it takes and do whatever I need to do. . . I’m always willing to make it ugly and get scrappy. Emma Navarro on her Billie Jean King Cup debut, a three-set win over Belgium’s Hanne Vandewinkel that set up U.S. teammate

The other day, during a Tennis magazine planning meeting, we were trying to figure out the most appealing and useful instruction stories to offer our many playing readers, and I suggested that we publish what in some ways is the unthinkable: teach all our weekend warriors how to win without

*93325782 by Pete Bodo The faces today said it all, as far as I was concerned. There was Robin Soderling, crouched low to receive Rafael Nadal's serve at match point, the trace of a smile on his lips, eyes alert and glittery in the manner of an opportunistic wolf staring

Pardon our enthusiasm, but TennisWorld finally is firing on all cylinders as a full-featured blog. Chris Chung is back there in the server room, catching up on his sleep, and I’m as itchy-fingered as a hit man (which is what some people think I am, anyway) rarin’ to go. I’ll

Rafael Nadal can become No. 1 this week if he reaches the semifinals in Montreal, but he says he's just concentrating on the start of the tournament. "I don't even think about that now,” Nadal said. “I'm trying to have the right preparation now and that's it. I'm going to

by Pete Bodo A bit of housekeeping first: this morning, I received a note from a long-time reader and weblog editrix Aaress Lawless (cool name, huh?). TennisWorld has been nominated in On the Baseline's annual awards, in the weblog category. I've never paid much attention to "official" awards or contests,

by Pete Bodo Mornin'. I just wrote a post for ESPN on how, suddenly, the WTA is hot. Who woulda thunk it, just a few months ago, when there was still weeping and gnashing of teeth over those convoluted story lines involving Serena Williams (and sister Venus as well, albeit

PARIS(AP) Asked if there's a real favorite for this year's French Open, Serena Williams shot back a quick answer. Yeah,'' she replied,I definitely think Nadal is probably a big-time favorite.'' Well, yes, Serena, you're right, four-time champion Rafael Nadal surely is the man to beat. But what about the

A Terrible Splendor - Cover Image This week freelance tennis writer Kamakshi Tandon and I will be discussing “A Terrible Splendor,” by Marshall Jon Fisher. The book, released this month, delves into one of the sport’s all-time classic matches, the 1937 Davis Cup showdown between Don Budge of the United

by Pete Bodo Mornin'. This will be a brief one, folks, because I'm working on an exclusive story most of you will be very interested in come tomorrow. Be warned, though, but it has nothing to do with doping. Reviewing the comments (and I'm sorry I couldn't answer many of

Recently I came into possession of something quite interesting. Priceless, really. Rebel spies, risking life and limb, were able to smuggle this top-secret item from the epicenter of women’s tennis, WTA HQ in St. Petersburg, Fla., to the epicenter of tennis journalism, TENNIS Magazine HQ in New York City. There,